Hello everyone, I just wanted to inform all I have threads with that I will be gone from this coming Wednesday through Sunday. I won't be able to post consistently if at all during this time, but I will try to make up for it next week! I am sorry for the inconvenience to everyone.

Granted that most of you won't know me or remember me, but I've had a few matches here and there some time ago. Well I think its time to become a regular around here and try to have some fun again, but at the same time keep coming back. Anyway I think its time to jump into some matches with Zoe Taylor, my mud wrestling character from Australia and get her back into the squared circle. Furthermore I will update my characters as I think some proper changes need to happen.

Diabolica's hands caught the smashing fists of Radmilla. In turn, they were caught and pulled down, the two sets of limbs now in a struggle to avoid or complete a pin. The Czech knew she had found an equal in those mighty arms but Diabolica hadn't expected a powerful close-range belly splash. At seeing her gasp, Radmilla belly-bashed her again but grunted herself; Diabolica had hardened quickly. She smirked and simply pressed her belly against her's, humping down and bringing forth the full weight of her body to slowly crush into Diabolica. While it would take time to fully pancake her, being flattened like this was at once painful and pleasurable!

"Magnificent truly, this beautiful core." She spoke, her abs crushing down. It was a warm and intimate feeling that was heating up between their bellies, the sort that would make the pinned one's muscles tighten while legs and arms went stiff with sexual stimulus. She loved the press the most of all holds; the ultimate expression of dominance and submission. Diabolica moved up to rub her breasts against her massive melons, causing the whole of their dense tear-drop shaped mass to wobble and spread. "Oh, you wish to worship me already?" she mocked.

Radmilla redoubled her efforts and shoved her lips to Diabolica's. Her legs spread a bit as she attempted to conquer her with a kiss but Diabolica was fast. Taking her chance with a distraction, it succeeded and the two were rolling! Seeing her deception, Radmilla released her and pushed out with her tummy to throw Diabolica off. She gave her one of those cold stares, but there was a smile on her face. "We'll spend more time together soon!" she called!

Falling back, Radmilla would back-hop towards her side of the ropes. She was panting and quite excited but her arrogance had its limits. Aniek slapped palms and hopped in, raising her fist to the crowd before turning to face her opponent.

"Sorry for the wait. As you can see, Raddish here is easily excitable!" She called out. The crowd was getting loud. "I'll keep the passive-aggressive flirting to a minimum!"

She moved towards Kozlova and raised her hands, palms partially open. She raised one higher and opened it: a test of strength if you wish. If Kozlova attacked, she would attempt to block but she was hinging it on the general being interested in facing against a more evenly matched opponent.

Diabolica was glad that seduction with kisses and body grinding worked well to set her free. "Looking forward to that time!" Diabolica smiled and blow kiss to Radmilla when each of girls were moving toward their own corner for a tag. Since Diabolica's legs were still little sore from streching and she wasn't under preasure to get draged back in ring, she crawled her way toward the corner and taged in Kozlova. She rolled on the other side of the ropes and stood up, leaning on top turnbuckle. Mexican finally got deserved break for her limbs.

Kozlova took her own sweet time getting into the ring, climbing between the ropes and stepping towards the middle of the ring towards Aniek. Much of the soreness had lessened from her own limbs after her encounter with Radmilla, with the Russian having wisely spent her time outside of the ring working to get the stiffness out of her muscles and the blood circulating once more.

A dismissive glance was tossed over her shoulder towards Diabolica as she cracked her knuckles and briefly moistened her lips briefly caught off guard by Aniek's...friendliness? Was that really what it was? And did the larger woman really mean to test her strength against her? Kozlova would have thought she had demonstrated her physical power when she had slammed Radmilla to the mat but if she had to give another demonstration she would.

Kozlova closed the distance cautiously, as if expecting a trap herself, before raising her hand to slip her fingers between Aniek's own and hold it tightly. Her other hand reached out to take Aniek's other hand before the big Russian went on the offensive~! Just when they might begin struggling against one another, Kozlova gave up her footing and stepped forward to drive her knee into Aniek's abs in a vicious, underhanded strike designed to drive the breath out of Aniek's body and prepare her for what came next.

The Russian woman attempts to shift behind Aniek and wrap her arms around Aniek's biceps, sandwiching them between her own biceps and forearms as her hands went to clasp together behind Aniek's back. A simple hold but those in the crowd who knew the General's exploits started to get a lot more raucous at the sight. Meanwhile, Kozlova's mountainous tits press firmly against Aniek's back to pancake outward but it would be the only enjoyable thing about this hold in a moment if Aniek didn't figure out a way out of it!

"Should have flirted," Kozlova whispers into Aniek's ear with an evil grin. "Perhaps you could have avoided this!"

"Guh!" Aniek tried not to bend down but Kozlova's knee was like a bullet to the gut. This woman was as wily as she was strong; in a flash of movement she was behind her, tits first. Barely covered by her strappy bikini, Aniek's back was pushed out by those mountainous mounds. Even her strong shoulders couldn't push back given that her arms had been captured in a full nelson, like a pillory for her biceps. It was easy to panic but for an experienced wrestler, it wasn't the most punishing of holds.

Aniek interlocked her fingers and pressed them against her forehead to keep her balance and to stay standing. It wouldn't break the hold but it would force Kozlova to put in additional pressure to counteract it. Enough time for her to tease back. "That was a little disappointing! Even a common thug knows this hold!"

Dropping her body and and stepping to the left, she curved her right leg around until it was behind Kozlova's left leg. With the additional leverage and her strength combined, Aniek would start to power out of the hold. However, she wasn't going to break away. She removed her hands from her head and slipped both under Kozlova's legs, behind her knees. With a heave she would lift her upwards, the Russian's back parallel to the mat, before slamming her down onto her waiting knee!

As hard as Miroslava tries to transition the full nelson into her signature submission move, Pure Dominance, the big Russian woman finds herself unable to lock in the hold and lift Aniek off her feet. It had been a bit of a gamble in the first place but one that she had felt was worth risking, but that didn't mean that the General didn't try to keep Rietveld in it for as long as possible.

First she tried to disrupt Aniek's concentration by grabbing the straps of Aniek's strappy bikini and pulled them off of her shoulders, forcing Aniek's breasts not only out towards the audience...but out of any sort of cover as well. IT bought her a few moments to lock the full nelson in once more but it was soon broken once more as she was tilted off her feet and into a backbreaker.

"Nngh!" Kozlova grunted in pain when it slammed into her spine but gritted her teeth and bore through the pain, quickly slipping the bigger woman's hold on her body and rolling off her knee to the side and crawling towards the rope. A plan began to take form in her mind as she slipped one arm over the bottom rope, looking back over her shoulder towards her opponent. Many people began to cheer when the heel crawled off like that, but Miroslava hid her grin well. Aniek might have gotten advantage over her in that exchange but she waited for her moment to turn things around to her favor once more..

As Kozlova rolled away and went for the ropes, Aniek went on the offensive. Her shoulders were a little sore but she could ignore the pain. This woman was strong, maybe as strong as her, and she had the feeling that as a heel she was slippery. Her large breasts flopped around a bit but any shame or embarrassment was muted. There were more people now, but she'd been in more than a few topless matches. Aphrodite Productions' idea of wrestling was even closer to pornography than this federation's. If she wanted her topless, then Kozlova was gonna get a lot more than she bargained for.

Wasting no time, Aniek closed in from her left side and would aim to slam a foot down on the back of her knee, shaking rope and ring. If this stunned her she'd follow up by stomping at the base of her spine for good measure before grabbing her by the head and yanking her up then back down to the mat. She wasn't going to let her get away this time. A little part of her felt incensed; she wasn't a good two shoes but she felt the true measure of a ring-woman was how the stacked up directly.

And with her presumably on her back, assuming Aniek's series of attacks were successful, she would jump and fall forwards, splashing her flexed abs sideways onto Kozlova's for a simple cross-body splash.